

Dark Moon Rising - Ch. 2 The dream began like it always did; adrift on a dark and troubled sea. The boy was floating on a piece of driftwood, his feet dangling in the water, the wind lashing at his face. The waves crashing against one another sounded like a song. The birds were loud and abrasive, but they told him he was close. He knew where he was. For what seemed like the hundredth time, the boy felt his feet touch sand, and he slid off of the drift wood. The sea began to ebb away from his face and body as he walked through the waves, searching, always searching, for the land he knew was there. The water pulled away from hisDark Moon Rising - Ch. 2


Letters from the CageSitting in this tiny hole inside my tiny mind there is a window somewhere past the thoughts but I have yet to find it.Letters from the Cage
A monster lurks within the shadowed halls of recollection with his gnashing teeth he frees my heart for I have yet to bind it.
A rampart bathed in livid color blinds me to the truth the truth, it seems, is just a figment
of my worn imagination
This temple leaves me empty and the halls are filled with silence and this face, this hateful mask will be the door to my damnation


Dark Moon Rising “In the beginning, it was the Moon that made us. When the world was young and learning to breathe, there was upon the face of the earth a great abundance of formless clay and molten rock. It was from this raw and shifting essence that the Sun drew forth all manner of beast and vegetation. Thus it is upon the Sun that life does rely.Dark Moon Rising
“But while the Sun was a creature of great power and wrath, the cool and quiet moon was the opposite keeper of the sky. Silent and thoughtful, always graceful in her movements from one span of darkness to the other. It was the Moon that sought to tame the world the sun had made, and in all of her c
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everything is art.
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Forever and always--
-Barbara
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